Beginnings by Natasha Walker

understood that she still liked him. He was warmed and relieved by this kiss. But he was also still bursting at the seams. If she had decided then and there to undo his jeans she would have caused him to come by the mere presence of her hand. His balls ached and his hard-on demanded release. He still wanted to eat her. He would have carved her up and eaten herraw and he would have been sated. Yes, to have her! That was the theme of his new novel, possession. He wanted to have her. He didn’t know how. But he wanted it now.
    ‘I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You make me crazy,’ she said, and she brought him close and hugged him. He was very aware that her naked breasts were pressed against him but he restrained himself from acting upon the many impetuous directives his cock was sending him.
    ‘Well?’ she asked after a while.
    ‘I don’t know,’ he said.
    ‘I think you should go,’ she said. ‘No. That sounded bad. Don’t worry. We went a bit far. But I want to have my cake and eat it too. I’m sorry. I should have stopped. But when I saw your face I felt so, mmm, and then you touched my nipple and … you know.’ She made to laugh and then just sighed. ‘You’re so damn cute, Jason. I should have more restraint. You’re young, you have much to learn and I have much to teach. I had plans for you, Jason. I was going to teach you everything.’ She turned his head so that she could plant little kisses on his lips. ‘And you’re a good kisser and you’re beautiful and I want to do things to you.’She kissed him properly. He was eager and she held him tightly.
    ‘Now go and leave me in peace. I’m a mess.’
    Jason left with barely a word. She heard him go down the stairs. But then she thought of something. She ran to the stairs leaving the towel behind. She called after him. He turned from the back door and came to the bottom of the stairs. She hid behind the corner and looked down on him. He gazed up at her smiling.
    ‘Don’t you rush off home and pull off. I want you to promise me you won’t,’ she said.
    Jason’s face reddened.
    ‘Come on, I know you were. Why else would you leave a half-naked slut like me so fast, with barely a goodbye?’
    She observed his face with amusement; he was actually shocked by her words.
    ‘Promise me you won’t,’ she repeated.
    ‘I wasn’t going to,’ he said. ‘You’re crazy, Emma.’
    ‘Don’t do it! Go home now. But be good!’

THIRTEEN
    Emma was making dinner for David and herself, but nothing was going quite to plan. She couldn’t keep her mind on the task at hand and she kept stopping mid-action. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Jason.
    David was late and dinner was turning into an unmitigated disaster. Frustrated with her efforts she abandoned the attempt and glanced out the kitchen window across the side passage towards the blackened window of Simon and Anne’s large rumpus room. As she did so someone switched the light on. She moved back from her window andpicked up the abandoned mushrooms and started chopping them. But she knew that if you stood in the right spot, her kitchen window afforded a fairly good view of the rumpus room. This knowledge would not let her be. She had to know if Jason had turned on the light. She wanted to look at him. To talk with him. She needed to see him.
    She turned off the light and leaned over the counter to peer across the way. Jason was sitting on the couch with the phone to his ear. He was facing away from her. The TV was on. Emma wanted desperately to go over to him but she expected David home at any moment. She hadn’t rung Jason before for fear of alerting his parents to their mismatch of a friendship. But she took a chance, counting on them to have Call Waiting.
    Jason answered.
    ‘I can see you, cutie,’ she said, and watched him turn around and look in her direction.
    ‘I can’t see you,’ he said, and she saw him trying to.
    ‘Good,’ she answered. ‘Who are you speaking